He had no way with words. He certainly did not know how to say things in the fancy way women liked. All he could do was write what he felt. Dipping the pen again, he added a few lines. I will not ask your forgiveness for what I did. I do not know if you could give it, but I will not ask. You are more precious to me than life. Never think I have abandoned you. When the sun shines on you, it is my smile. When you hear the breeze stir through the apple blossoms, it is my whisper that I love you. My love is yours forever. Perrin
